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Six pups, six pups filled him. One from each alpha. Anakin was overjoyed. He couldn't be happier. When his heat had hit unexpectedly the night he was supposed to meet the Chancellor at opera, his alphas had convinced him to stay at the apartment, and he couldn't be more thankful. Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, Padmé, Ahsoka, Rex, and Cody saved his and many others' lives but forcing him to stay home and have his brain fucked out rather than going to that opera. They also saved the galaxy but getting him pregnant. And now, here he is, eight months along and the happiest omega to live.
Surprisingly the order didn't catch on to his pregnancy, but the Chancellor did and when the man brought it up, he knew something was up, going over past conversations that he with the Chancellor and the fact he seemed overjoyed with Anakin's decision to leave the order, made him suspicious and he started to distance himself from the man. After that, the weird behaviors got worse. And after a nightmare of the Chancellor killing the Jedi, brought the evidence he collected to the Jedi Council. And well it only got worse for there. Turns out he was correct about the Chancellor being a Sith lord, the one they had been looking for. What he didn't see was the plot to turn him to the darkside. The council fearing what could happen if this plan worked. Sent him into hiding, his alpha somehow managed to convince the Jedi to send them with him.
Shuddering at the memory focused on happier thoughts. He was about to bring his alphas' pups into the world. All six, three girls and three boys. They already had the names picked out givin' that he could go into labor at any time. Aurora, Bianca, and Leia for the girls and Tage, Astro, and Luke. All of their pups' names were decided carefully. Baby A was named Aurora, which meant dawn, baby B was named Tage, which meant day, matching in mean. Baby C was a girl who they decided to call Bianca, the name meaning white or pure. Baby D was a little boy named Astro a fitting name which meant star. Then babies E and F, Luke and Leia, names that both meant light. Though they didn't know who fathered who, it didn't matter. The children would be loved no matter what. They would be loved, and safe, and happy, away from the war. They would have a good life. Never filled with pain.
He loved being pregnant, it suited him well, he was a good omega carrying his alphas' pups. And his alphas agreed, pampering and spoiling him. They took such good care of him and helped him in every task, which was good with how big he was. Anakin couldn't even stand up without help. Each alpha took great care of him, helping him bathe, eat, dress (only when necessary, as he liked to strip down to nothing as clothes at this point in his pregnancy did more harm than good), and massaging his back and feet.
Anakin couldn't wait to give birth though, it would be nice to see his feet again and be able to sleep on his back. But he knew once he gave birth, he would miss being pregnant. Not that he was worried about not being pregnant, he knew as soon as they could his alphas would pump him full of their seed and get him pregnant again. And now since he was off suppressants he had no doubt that his body would reject the pregnancy. After all, that's what he was made to do.